With a sigh, he turned back to trudge back up the corridor. The flashlight was dimming, so he decided to hurry.
As he rounded the corner, he stopped dead. The entrance had been blocked! There was no way out. Growing increasingly frantic, Jazz tried the trout on the newly-made wall, but it didn't work. He couldn't find any TNT. And the flashlight was going out.
Desperately he looked at the ceiling and saw salvation.